They must have been really hungry for as soon as she set down the bowl, one of them-the brown one came jumping on its feet and started gulping the milk with a ‘plop, plop’ that indicated desperation. After what seemed like a few seconds, the mother made its way towards the bowl. Perhaps it was waiting for its kitten to satisfy itself first but the hunger was too much to be satiated in just a matter of seconds. The other one remained under the wooden table as they drank; walking, hopping, meowing around.

She stood there, waiting and gazing at them with the love of a stranger for yes; they were very strange to her. She had not looked at them and found herself filled with so much endearment before. And in an insane moment, there crept in her a desire to touch them. She had never touched them before nor had she ever wanted to. Turning her back to them, she breathed a deep breath-the kind she breathed when she admired nature. Embracing the early morning delicacies, she fell in wonder all over again at the crisp of the rustling leaves against the beautiful melt of the orange horizon into the blue and the gold. In a distance, she thought she heard a sparrow- the chirpy tweet that she relished waking up to.

It was not very windy that morning but she could feel the composure in the breeze; she knew there was some, for it had always soothed her. When she broke from her reverie and turned around, they were fast asleep. One does not like the tough cold porch floor for a bed. In that instant, she realized there was much more she could do instead of just reaching out to feel their fur. Calmly rushing inside the house- she dared not wake them up- she unlocked the kitchen cupboard beneath the cutlery drawer and retrieved a small basket which instantly made her cough. It was dusty and old and a tad too tiny for a family of three. But it was all she had. So she dusted it and spread her favourite woolen mat that she had once knit for she didn’t know whom back then. It was a blend of threads of different hues; there was a pleasant shade of purple, beach blue and baby pink. The borders were green and torn. It was lovely and all she had.

It is never gentle to wake one up as he slumbers. After pondering over the thought for a momentary lull, she settled the basket close to them beside her periwinkles which would provide a perfect shade from the afternoon sun. She waited and found herself silently wishing for them to climb up to her snug spot of affection. A peculiar feeling moved in her bosom when the white one woke up, started pecking at the edge of the basket and after realizing it was nothing to eat, it struggled climbed onto it. Not long had passed before the other two imitated its steps.

With a heart filled with warmth, she looked at them, her gaze growing intent with each blink. They were beautiful. A set of deep blue eyes opened into slits, reminding her of the small marbles she used to play with when she was six. They lazily watched her and soon tugged their owner into a deep sleep. She reveled in the sight like they reveled in the soft blanket. It was all she had but she had brought them home.


The creases on her forehead.

Some months ago, I wrote this post on my blog on another website but it did not receive any significant response. Needless to say, the audience on WordPress is very responding which later becomes an encouragement for my writing. So I’m sharing this post here again. It is something I really want to bring to everybody’s notice.Thanks for your support!


Bald under the scorching heat as it mercilessly laved her skin, standing bare feet over the sharply charcoal-ed road that prevented her feet from experiencing the joy of wearing a pair of shoes, the girl wearing the golden earring was deprived.

I was frustrated and very annoyed on my way back home from my class yesterday. Every single person in the car was going on about something reckless I had done the other day and although I had admitted my mistake, I had to hear the scolding almost four times in one day. It was getting too much and I couldn’t control the tears that sprang in my eyes.

In order to avoid everything altogether- for I was in no mood of stretching the argument- I turned my face away and looked out the window when our car stopped. It was a busy road. Everyone seemed to be oblivious to the agony that I was undergoing. I WANTED TO EXPLAIN MYSELF!

While listing what I wanted and what I did not, I turned my face to the opposite side and saw her. I was taken aback. Another desire crept inside me; to help her. My eyes were wet with tears already and I didn’t have anything to give her, but I started digging in my bag, anyway. Luckily, I found a 5 rupee coin. I dont know how happy she must have been when her sweaty hands met the comparatively cold silver coin, or if she even was happy..because when I smiled at her, she did not.

I smiled again and waited. She didn’t smile back and it made me wonder if she thought I was mocking at her. The thought was horrible. I kept smiling till she had completely passed by my car, but all I got in return was a lonely stare. I realized the ‘agony’ I was experiencing a while ago was nothing compared to the silence in her deep brown eyes that went so well with her creased forehead.